CANDLEMASO hearken, all ye little weedsThat lie beneath the snow,(So low, dear hearts, in poverty so low!)The sun hath risen for royal deeds,A valiant wind the vanguard leads;Now quicken ye, lest unborn seedsBefore ye rise and blow.O furry living things, adreamOn winter’s drowsy breast,(How rest ye there, how softly, safely rest!)Arise and follow where a gleamOf wizard gold unbinds the stream,And all the woodland windings seemWith sweet expectance blest.My birds, come back! the hollow skyIs weary for your note.(Sweet-throat, come back! O liquid, mellow throat!)Ere May’s soft minions hereward fly,Shame on ye, Laggards, to denyThe brooding breast, the sun-bright eye,The tawny, shining coat!ALICE BROWN
O hearken, all ye little weedsThat lie beneath the snow,(So low, dear hearts, in poverty so low!)The sun hath risen for royal deeds,A valiant wind the vanguard leads;Now quicken ye, lest unborn seedsBefore ye rise and blow.O furry living things, adreamOn winter’s drowsy breast,(How rest ye there, how softly, safely rest!)Arise and follow where a gleamOf wizard gold unbinds the stream,And all the woodland windings seemWith sweet expectance blest.My birds, come back! the hollow skyIs weary for your note.(Sweet-throat, come back! O liquid, mellow throat!)Ere May’s soft minions hereward fly,Shame on ye, Laggards, to denyThe brooding breast, the sun-bright eye,The tawny, shining coat!
ALICE BROWN